The Irish standard., 1887-08-06


q you told me about your uncle. who die.
E a young man and left his farm to you
4 mamma when, to my surprise, tn
t dear soul burst out crying. What d,
: you think. Kate? he proposed for her
: and she says be was the only one of he
: admirers she ever cared for. Now I cal
understand why dear aunt Sarah reject
/, ed SO many suitors, and why she love-
2 your mamma so much. We had a plea
} SAINT party last evening, but Eli giY'
: you a full description Of it in my next
it Is too near post hour now. Mr.. NJ
3 was as complimentary as usual. Dea7
Kate, don't think it is entirely on &C
, count Of papa's wealth-but no matter
His aristocratic sisters killed me witt
condescension. How Ihate condescen'
sion' The servant is going with the
u letters-I must break off. With fond
i love to every one at dear Ballycorrig
dearest Kate, your ever stfectionate and
attached friend,
! FANNY O'GoRMAN.
TEMPLEYIEw, Dublin.
II. S.-Have you seen Miss Evans
since? I thought her strange, but she
is really beautiful; / hope Brian is
| well.'
4 can't exactly make out her mean.
ing said Brian. laughing, except that
bit of romance about her aunt. l WON
der can it be true?'
rs it about Farny's aunt you are
talking?' said his mother, vino was in
the act Of placing a cold ham on the
br :akfast table.
Yes, mamma replied Kate; she
says hat uncle Richard proposed for
her aunt Sarah
rs it really the fact, mother?' Brian
asked, with some interest.
Their mother sat down near the win
dow, and pressed her hands gently at
each side of her white cap, much after
the manner in which MI. Lorry used to
arrange his wig. She was a quiet,
handsome, benevolent. looking little
woman, who spoke in a clear, decided
tone of voice, which generally took peo-'
pie quite bv surprise at FIRST,
1T is, then, true she began some
what abruptly. She was at my we'd
ding; that was the first time he saw
her. She was Oh a visit to Tom Ma
her's--father of the present man--and
of course they brought her with them
to the wedding. l suppose you know
that one of the Miss Mahers married
your fathers second cousin. I'm told
they're rolling in riches in America.
Two Of their sons are at school in
France, Fine: dashing girls the Ma
hers were-iveof them
'But what about uncle Richard and
Miss Conway?'
Why said Mrs. Purcell,in her decid. !
ed way, he fell III love WITH her, and
she fell in love with him. Now, dc you
know what about them?'
But why were they not married, !
then?' said Kate.
Well, don't know; and Mrs. Pur. |
cell compressed her lips and shook her
head. There was foul play somewhere |
letters were sent to her
and her friends, full Of lies. She did
not believe them, and wrote to Richard
to say so, enclosing the letter in one to !
Henrietta Maher, as her friends inter
cepted their correspondence. He.never
got it. The end was, poor Richard died,
and she never visited her friends in this
part OF the country after. What a good !
little creature that Fanny is! The
house is not the same since she left.
But Kate, what are you thinking /
Of? Here is your father, and the toast !
not made yet
Kate and her mother set about pre-
pairing breakfast, and Brian handed his
father the letter with the large seal.
Mr.. Purcell put on his spectacles, and
throwing back his head, and holding
The letter at arms length, read the
superscription.
Il believe it is from Quill, sir, said
Brian.
Read it, said his father, tossing the
letter towards him. and trying to look
'.I'be money must be paid. Sir. said
Brian, after glancing at the letter.
There is no use in trying to put it off
even for Il week
Hang the fellow, he'd be smashed
ong ago only for me, and there now is
ny thanks exclaimed Mr.. Purcell.
When does he say he must have the
On Thursday said Brian; and the
pest thing you can do is to send the
sheep to c. on Wednesday,
Til lose ten shillings ahead by selling
hem now-every farthing Of it. l often
,aid the blackguard a years rent in
ldvance, and there's my thanks Mr..
Purcell drew his chair to the breakfast
able, and commenced to cut thin slices
rom the ham. Kate poured out the
ca, while Mrs. Purcell turned over the